JEAN. Such a devil. And all this on account of your confounded canary!
JULIE [Tired]. Oh, don't speak of the canary—do you see any way out—any end to this?
JEAN [Thinking]. No.
JULIE. What would you do in my place?
JEAN. In your place—wait. As a noble lady, as a woman—fallen—I don't know. Yes, now I know.
JULIE [She takes up razor from table and makes gestures saying] This?
JEAN. Yes. But I should not do it, mark you, for there is a difference between us.
JULIE. Because you are a man and I am a woman? What other difference is there?
JEAN. That very difference—of man and woman.
JULIE [Razor in hand]. I want to do it—but I can't. My father couldn't either that time when he should have done it.